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Intro.
How the hell did I get myself into this mess?
More importantly, how the hell do I get myself out of this mess?
It all started after a lads day out in Soho in London. I got separated
from the group and was wandering around a bit unsteadily trying to find
them. It was early evening and the prostitutes were just coming out to
start work. I avoided eye contact so as not to encourage one of them to
talk to me, but unfortunately I got hassled by a couple of them.
"Alright darlin', looking for some fun?" one of them said.
"No thanks, I'm not interested," I replied and started walking off.
"C'mon stud, let's have a party," the other said, grabbing my backside
with a leather gloved hand and spinning me around by the shoulder.
"Look, just bugger off will you," I shouted angrily.
"Alright, alright, no need to be like that," one said.
"Just doing our job," said the other. Then they started walking off down
a dark and dingy alley giggling to one another.
I shrugged my shoulders, put my hands in my pockets and walked off, then
realised that my mobile phone wasn't in my pocket, neither was my
wallet. I'd been had. I started off running toward the alley where I
last saw the two prostitutes walking down, it was barely lit, but I
could hear the click of their stilettos on the pavement and the sound of
their laughter. I ran down the alley shouting for them to stop, moving
unsteadily in the gloom and because of the drink. I couldn't see them
ahead and could no longer hear them when I tripped over something and
landed flat on my face.
It was the stilettoed foot attached to a stocking clad leg of one of the
prostitutes. Quick as a flash the other one leapt on my back with her
knees pinning my arms to the floor. "Well, well, well, changed your mind
have you deary?" the one on my back giggled.
"Get off me and give me back my stuff or I will get the police," I
gasped, slightly winded from the running and the impact of the fall.
"Well, we can't have that now, can we? Why don't you come back to our
place so we can discuss this," said the one who tripped me as she
stepped into view. All I saw of her were her strappy black stiletto
sandals, stocking clad feet and painted toe nails. As for the other one
she held me down with surprising strength so I could barely move, my
hands flopped about uselessly and were already going numb from the lack
of blood flow caused by her knees.
"I'm not going anywhere with you bitches, now get the fuck off me," I
said angrily as I strained and heaved to get up, but to no avail. The
one in front of me knelt down so I could see the skin of her knees
through the sheer stockings as they stretched with the movement.
"You are now," she growled menacingly and rummaged around in her clutch
bag. She pulled out what looked like a bottle of perfume and a
handkerchief, opened the bottle and poured some of the contents on to
the hanky. I got a whiff of it and it certainly wasn't perfume. She
grabbed a hand full of my hair and yanked my head back as far as my
position would allow. She looked me right in the eyes and grinned evilly
with her lusciously lipsticked lips. "Nighty Night sweet cheeks," she
said and clamped her gloved hand with the chemically soaked cloth
tightly over my mouth and nose.
I struggled and bucked as much as possible, but the prostitute on my
back renewed her hold and stopped me moving. I tried moving my head but
that was impossible too, so I lay there until I could hold my breath no
longer, then breathed in the smelly fumes until darkness claimed me.
I slowly started to come to, not remembering at first the events that
had transpired. My head hurt, which I assumed wrongly was a hangover.
My mouth felt funny and I realised I couldn't close it and as I tried to
move my hands to feel what was wrong they stayed behind my back.
Suddenly more aware I opened my eyes and I saw I was in a strange room
and then it all came back to me. With the flashback came the realisation
that I was in trouble, serious trouble.
I was lying on a huge leather sofa with two blinding spotlights shining
onto it. The rest of the room was dark because of the glare. The only
thing I could see was a large stand alone mirror in front of me. I could
feel that things weren't right with my body, my hands were definitely
fastened behind my back with what felt like handcuffs, and my thumbs
were also connected together with something pressing tightly around
them. My elbows were also being pulled together which was quite a strain
being an uncommon position for them to be in. I raised my head off the
sofa and immediately felt straps framing my face and around my neck, and
I found it very difficult to sit up because of something tight and
restrictive was wrapped around my waist.
Still not a hundred percent with it I rolled over on to my side, which
made the leather sofa creak loudly, and went to swing my feet to the
floor, but they both ended up moving together with a whistling, rasping
noise and the tinkle of chains. More handcuffs were securing my ankles
and there was something silky on my legs. Moving both feet to the floor
brought on another shock to my rapidly reordering senses.
Only the toes of my feet actually touched it, the rest of my feet were
bent and shaped awkwardly in towering stilettos. I managed to get my
confused body into the sitting position on the sofa and shakily dragged
myself very unsteadily onto my high heeled feet. Struggling for balance
I shuffled towards the mirror in short mincing steps, the chains
rattling musically, the stockings rasping on my legs and the stilettos
clicking on the polished wooden floor. What I saw shocked the life out
of me.
The reflection staring back from the mirror wasn't me, didn't even look
like me, in fact it looked like one of those tarty prostitutes. While I
was out they had gone to work on me, making me over to look just like
them. After a few minutes of staring in horror I began to look closer
and in more detail.
Starting from the top I was now wearing a shoulder length blonde wig, my
eyebrows had been plucked and shaped and my eyelashes were huge and
dark. My lips were plastered with bright red lipstick and my mouth was
being kept open by a ring held in place by straps around and over the
top of my head and under my chin. There was cloth of some kind jammed
through the ring into my mouth keeping any noise to a minimum. Around my
neck was a collar about two inches wide with a ring attached at the
front.
Around my body was a corset. Reaching from my groin to the top of my
chest this contraption was fastened and laced very tightly. It was red
in colour, looked like it was made of satin and was embroidered with
black flowers and black laced edges, but no matter how it looked, it
shouldn't be around my waist crushing the breath out of me. To make
matters worse the corset was holding up the stockings on my legs. These
were shiny black and very sheer, my legs seemed to glimmer in the
spotlights' glare and I realised that they had been shaved. On my feet
were black stiletto open toed sandals and I noticed brightly painted toe
nails poking through the sheer stockings.
I shuffled uneasily around to see what was going on behind when my
suspicions were confirmed, handcuffs. Not just on my wrists but around
my elbows too, pulling them in tightly, also small cuffs were holding my
thumbs prisoner. Adorning my arms from finger tip to shoulder was a pair
of black satin opera gloves. These also shimmered in the spotlights'
harsh glare. Everything seemed designed and fitted to emphasise the
humiliation of my predicament. Silver cuffs on black satin, a tight red
and black corset, sheer stockings on shaved legs and brightly painted
toe nails in high heeled sandals.
These bitches had really done a job on me and I was fuming. I struggled
with the cuffs, but they held firm, I tried to kick off the stilettos
but only ended up falling back on the sofa where I continued in vain for
several minutes to get free. Even the cloth in my mouth defied me and
stayed firmly wedged in there, muffling my angry grunts and curses
effectively. I must have made quite a spectacle writhing around on the
large leather sofa in inescapable bondage, the sound of leather against
satin and the stockings whistling as they rubbed together, and my
muffled grunting.
The sound of clapping stopped me in my throes. Slowly at first, then the
leather gloved hands clapped louder and quicker. "Bravo," said a voice.
I recognised it as the bitch who had drugged me. I managed to wriggle to
an upright sitting position to the sound of her clapping and occasional
giggles at my troubles. "You certainly have a lot of spirit, I like that
about a man, or should I say a woman?"
My reply was unintelligible because of the gag. Probably a good thing
when you considered that what I shouted would of probably upset her and
made things worse for me. Worse!!!?
I heard a click and the lights came on. The room I was in was a fully
fitted out dungeon, the sofa I was sat on was in one corner and there
were various other items of unrecognisable furniture, racks of clothing
and other items, a make-up table and mirror with an unusual looking
swivel chair. A computer setup with several monitors was in another
corner manned by the other prostitute, and there were several video
cameras set up around the room.
Her heels clicked on the wooden floor and her stockings whistled as her
legs legs rubbed together as she approached me. She was wearing a figure
hugging black leather dress with a leather corset around her waist, the
sheerest black stockings encased her legs and stilettos adorned her
feet. In her gloved hands was a riding crop and she walked towards me
swatting it menacingly into the palm of her other hand. I caught a
glance at the other one sat busily on the computer and she was dressed
virtually the same except in red. Red leather dress, red corset, red
stockings and red heels.
"You woke up just in time. We have a few minutes to get you ready. Any
trouble and this," slapping the crop into her hand with a thwack, "will
find a new home on your backside. Anyway, you're not in much of a
position to argue, now are you?" she said cruelly. She grabbed me by the
arm and pulled me to my feet where I wobbled uncertainly for a few
seconds. The woman produced a chain and clipped it to the ring on the
collar around my neck and pulled me along behind her, the video cameras
around the room recording every second of my humiliation as silently as
I endured it. She led me to the computer station where I saw myself on
the screens.
"How's it going? Are we ready?" she asked the other. "We certainly are,
this little slut has produced a lot of interest worldwide. We have a
thousand people logged on ready to bid, and several thousand logged on
to watch the action. This is going to be good for us, but not for her,"
she said. "Excellent, give me a hand to get her ready and we can get
this show on the road." She then dragged me forcibly to where the racks
of clothing and other items were stored. I tried to resist but, true to
her word, the crop found its new home. I had no choice but to obey,
mincing along as the crop was swatting my exposed backside.
What the hell is going on I wondered between stinging whacks of the
crop. Who were these women and what were they planning to do to me? They
were right, I was helpless to resist at the moment, but I would bide my
time and wait for a chance to escape, so at the moment I had no choice
but to endure this humiliating torment.
When we got to the racks the woman in red leather pulled up a padded
leather stool and perched herself upon it. The woman in black forced me
to my knees in front of the stool with my face looking directly at the
other woman's crotch, took hold of the back of my head and forced it
between the open legs. The legs were then crossed around my head and
held it there solidly. Silence and darkness enveloped me as the
stockinged legs crushed my imprisoned head, and breathing, already
restricted by the corset, collar and gag, became even more difficult.
Whilst I knelt there in this increasingly humiliating position I felt
the cuffs being removed from my wrists and thumbs. Now's a chance to
escape, I thought, but the pressure around my head increased and I found
I couldn't breathe. I struggled feebly for breath, all thoughts of
escape gone, and whilst I knelt there helpless, I felt something being
pulled over my hands and up my arms, the cuffs holding my elbows were
removed and then it was being pulled up over my elbows to the top of my
arms. A hand gripped my head and yanked my head out of the crotch prison
and back as far as it would go. As I sucked air in desperately straps
were passed over my shoulders, crossed around my chest and connected
somewhere behind me, then the woman holding my head laughed at my
helplessness before shoving my head back in her crotch and started
grinding my face between her legs.
Breathing again became difficult whilst the contraption around my arms
tightened and I felt my elbows being forced together and then crushed,
the strain made me groan loudly into the gag, but it was lost in the
folds of the smothering legs. I then felt straps being fastened at wrist
and elbows and after adjustments were made I tried moving my arms, but
they felt welded together.
The pressure around my head was released as my head was again yanked up.
Fingers were then rummaging through the ring in my mouth and pulled out
the wadded cloth. It was held up before my eye and I could see that they
were soaked but silky panties. I tried to express my disgust, but the
only sound that came out was a wet Gak! Gak! Gak! as I choked on my own
drool.
The black leather clad bitch picked a strange object off a nearby table.
It looked like two deflated balloons attached by a short tube, but as
she approached me one end started to look a little more phallic and she
manoeuvred it past the ring and into my mouth. My tongue tried to force
the deflated balloon out of my mouth, but she pumped the other end and
my mouth suddenly became full, my cheeks puffed out as much as the head
harness allowed then, as she continued to squeeze the balloon then began
forcing its way toward the back of my throat. She only stopped pumping
when I started to gag violently.
"That's it my sweet, control that gag reflex," she cooed into my ear.
"You'll need the training." As I silently choked I wondered what the
hell she meant. But the taste of rubber in my mouth, the tickling at the
back of my throat and the tremendous strain on my arms, as well as the
tightness of the corset, the silkiness of the stockings and the
punishment of the heels soon took my mind off the question. So I knelt
there helpless trying to control my gag reflex, what else could I do.
I was dragged to my high heeled feet and led by the leash to a platform
that dominated the centre of this well equipped dungeon. They positioned
me in the middle and fastened a leather strap tightly around my knees to
stop me from moving. They then got to work adjusting lights and
repositioning cameras on my helpless form so I was literally the centre
of attention then one of them produced a remote control box and pushed a
button. I heard a whirring sound overhead and a hook lowered into view.
The red leather clad woman approached with a metal bar with padded
leather cuffs at each end, unlocked the cuffs around my ankles and
unstrapped my knees. She fastened one of the cuffs of the bar to one of
my ankles and locked it with a padlock. She then forced my legs apart an
inch at a time until she was able to lock on the other cuff on the other
ankle. I wobbled unsteadily at this new and strenuous position with the
heels making it even trickier, my arms uselessly bound behind me unable
to provide any help.
As a team the woman in black grabbed hold of the leash as the other one
pulled my arms up behind me, the contraption that was binding my arms
had a ring at the end which was attached to the hook and, as my body
bent and my head lowered towards the floor, the leash connected to the
collar around my neck was attached to the bar holding my legs apart. The
winch whirred into life and pulled my arms even higher and the leash
tightened until I couldn't move a single muscle. The strain was
unbelievable on my arms and my legs started quivering almost
immediately. After a few seconds my body gave up and sank into the
bondage, but the restraints hold me very firmly in position.
To top off my suffering a chain was attached to an unseen ring on top of
the head harness of the gag and clipped to the hook as well. My head was
then pulled back so I was facing straight forward and I silently
squealed into the inflated phallic object filling my mouth at the
increased strain. They then left me hanging there, absolutely immobile
whilst they positioned a video camera in front of me so it recorded all
my agonies and wandered off back to their computer station. My body
screamed in agony and I felt I was going to pass out but the bitches
kept me alert by coming over every few minutes and swatting my helpless
buttocks and inner thighs with a crop, all of which were recorded by the
cameras.
Each stinging blow made my body twitch and spasm, but that was all the
movement that the tight and restrictive bondage allowed. So I just stood
there, arms stuck together and pulled up tightly behind me, legs spread
widely apart balancing on towering heels, stocking clad legs quivering,
backside and thighs stinging from the attention of the crop, waist
crushed by a satin corset and mouth forced open and filled with an
inflated rubber cock, and endured it all, what else could I do?
The instigators of my agonising position worked at their computer,
organising whatever fate they had planned for me, I couldn't believe all
this was happening just because I caught them picking my pocket.
As I became slightly more accustomed to the bondage I tried to piece
together what was going on, but only in my head, the gag preventing
anything else, and the two women certainly weren't letting on. I could
vaguely make out some of what they were saying between bouts of their
giggling and the croppings of my helpless form, something about an
online auction, a live session, making lots of money and what they
planned to do with it.
Both of the women approached me with video cameras and circled my
helpless form, recording every inch of my suffering. For about ten or
fifteen minutes they took it in turns with the crop, making sure the
cameras picked up every muted sound and every twitch and spasm that my
severely bound form could muster for their online audience. So this was
the live session they were talking about, me being tormented. Well, they
were certainly giving value for money, I was in agony.
They went back to their computer for a while shouting and laughing, a
champagne bottle popped open and the girls started to celebrate,
obviously their little scam was paying off at my expense. After a while,
time had lost all meaning for me, the one in black walked over a little
unsteadily, the drink was taking effect, and deflated the balloon in my
mouth and pulled it out with a wet plop. Some relief at last after so
long. She knelt down before me and took my chin in her leather gloved
hand.
"Well my sweet," she said, "fate has brought you here and you have made
us a tidy sum from our little session, and nearly double that from the
auction."
I Gak Gak'd into the gag, drooling over her gloved hand. "We sold you to
a lovely lady in Denmark, she is a professional dominatrix who loves
dressing her slaves in nylon and leather, she has been looking for a new
permanent slave for some time now and she was especially pleased to find
out that you are not a willing participant, as she likes to break down
her slaves will, feminising and training them from scratch. She has paid
handsomely for you. We hope you like tight rope bondage because,
according to her website, that's what she specialises in."
This made me struggle as much as the tight and restrictive bondage would
allow, a string of drool flowing from my mouth and forming a puddle on
the floor, all caught on camera by the other woman who had joined us.
"Now now dear, you know you can't get away," she said softly whilst
stroking my cheek with her leather gloved hand. "You will have to stay
with us for a short while whilst transportation details are arranged,
but don't worry, we will take extra special care of you. But in the
mean time I have a little surprise for you."
With that she stood up and turned around with her back to me, grabbed
the hem of her leather skirt and wriggled her behind whilst pulling it
up over her hips, the stockings whistling at the movement. She turned
around and before my eyes stood a large semi flaccid cock. Great, I
thought, not only have they done all this to me but now they are going
to abuse me with a strap-on dick. I sensed the other woman behind me and
felt something cold and wet on my asshole which twitched spasmodically
in response. The woman in front of me picked up a video camera and
pointed it at my face as she approached, I tried to turn away but of
course I was absolutely immobile and she stopped with the head of the
phallic object touching my lips, held helplessly open by the ring gag.
At the same time I felt something nudging against my asshole, settling
in to position and ready to go in. I just had time for one thought
before the black leather clad bitch said.
"Time to continue the session, I know what you're thinking my dear,
strap-ons right. Wrong. These are the real things," and, with the
emotionless video cameras capturing all my horror and agony, both the
women thrust forward at the same time.
My one thought was "How the hell do I get out of this mess?"
The End. Or is it the beginning?
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